So my former law partner, played in a band that opened for Dylan. It was sort of last minute deal and they flew in just in time to go to sound check. Whoever was running the show said, whatever you do, do not look Mr. Dylan in the eye as he pointed to a curtained off square room. He said that is your green room and we will let you know when Mr. Dylan is finished with sound check but don't look him in the eye. My buddy had a female singer in the band and they went into the curtain room and there was one chair and bottle of water. They all had to chance in the curtain room. He was like "well fuck, it is Bob Dylan". They followed the rules and did the show. He was thinking about not going through the same shit the next day and when they got to the gig, they were shown to a super nice dressing room with food, whiskey and all kinds of ranch dip and shit." He asked the promoter about what gives and he "Bob was just fucking with your yesterday".